Unsent Messages Novels & Stories

Luckily, he hadn’t. Tapping it open, I went straight to his chats. Wow! He was the type that ignored messages. Over two hundred unread messages left unread caught my eye. Curiosity pushed me to explore these unread messages. And I did. My jaw dropped as I saw most of the messages were from young women, a few middle-aged, and even some guys too sending him love messages, explicit videos, and photos. I checked a few, and my eyes rolled back inside my head at what I was seeing. How can some people be this foolish and desperate for attention? It was degrading. I shook my head in disappointment and disapproval.

The next two days are completely hell. No weekend has never felt this annoying to me before. First because I unblocked Gray, so I had one year worth of his unsent messages come to me at once. To haunt me. The concerned ones, the angry ones, the bored ones. All of them, about one thousand fucking messages. I don't know if they were automatically sent to me once I unblocked him or if Gray personally re-sent them just to torture me, but either way, I had to actually read them.

“Seriously? ‘Nice’ and a heart damned emoji?” Her phone did a whoosh sound. As the first time hearing it, she decided it was Gossip’s in-app notification. She remembered she heard at the launching at Mall of Asia that the app never sends a notification if it’s not currently open on your screen. It was a new chat under the Unreplied tab. Erric_Lin: don’t be so loud babe Mea felt startled. She looked around to find Erric but he wasn’t at any of the tables. He can’t be in the kitchen either.

The second one I opened was the messenger, and there was still not much chats, he was just a boy, and his mate was osipital, there was a woman but the elderly and the others I named the reunion lately. Maybe he already deleted the messages, Remon was a clean work, because the man would not be late, and even if they were caught they would be denied and still. I hissed and put down his phone, but I remembered the archives and spam messages. When I opened it, there were women, the face of a beautiful woman, she only saw the messages, no reply. There are latest messages, saying that he is such a stuck and they are straight to the point, inviting Reme.

Mom has only texted me six messages, so why did it show more than twenty new messages? Let me see without a mom who texted me? Oh, the other messages are from Daniel? But why did he text me?

My phone lit up against the table, pulling my attention immediately. B: Are you ready for tonight? I frowned. Tonight? My fingers hovered over the screen before I picked it up properly, unlocking it and opening the chat. Ready for what? I scrolled up. And then froze. There were more messages than I remembered there to be, all from yesterday. Messages I couldn't even remember forming talk more of sending. My name was at the top of each message as usual, my replies underneath his. Except… I don’t remember typing any of these.

— lazy, arrogant, exactly what I was counting on. I didn’t hesitate. I typed my name. “Vale, Remy.” Hit enter. The screen loaded slower than I wanted. Every second felt like a bullet chamber spinning. Then it came up. Contract #STL-8891 Surrogate: Vale, Remy (DOB: 4/12/2005) Donor: Anonymous (Sterling Trust) Gestation: Twin Status: ACTIVE Payment 1: $600,000 – PAID Payment 2: $600,000 – ON HOLD

She opened it and saw all the messages he sent to her, often reminding her to eat, and many more that were saved in draft, most of which were talking about how beautiful Claire looked each morning. She knew that Finn might have tried to send the messages to her, but he chickened away and got out of the messages icon, hence, automatically saving them as a draft. "He must like you so much, Chairwoman," Gabriel told her. "I know, right?" "But we have to focus on finding a clue first," Gavin said. "Yes, I know." Claire scrolled through the numerous messages, and none of the drafts had any message other than those he refused to send to Claire.

Aurora: Did I do something wrong? Aurora: Layla hasn’t been here. I don’t understand. Aurora: I miss you. Aurora: Just say anything. Even “go away.” My throat tightens as I scroll further down. Messages sent at 2 a.m. Messages typed, deleted, retyped. Voice notes I never sent. Long paragraphs I unsent because I didn’t want to sound desperate—though I was. The last message blinks back at me. Delivered. No reply.

The glow of the screen reflected in his deep eyes. The chat was filled entirely with messages he had sent. [Adriana, I'm back.] [Adriana, I'm sorry.] [Adriana, Happy New Year. I wish you and the children all the best.] [Adriana, I miss you.] Every single message had bounced back and was followed by a red "Not Delivered" icon.